Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Names,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.